I have arrived. Earlier this week I went out to a comedy club with my roommate and few friends (sorry, non-lesbian A was not there). I was dressed in a tight black boy t-shirt and my favorite jacket. The waitress comes over and asks for my friends’ drink orders and then turns to me. “Anything for you sir?” This is the first time anyone has called me sir. I guessed I must have been slightly freaked, because my roommate, who was the only one who heard this exchange, said my voice went up an octave when I replied back to the waitress.
Don’t get me wrong. I was excited to be called sir. Two years ago when I cut my hair short because I was basically going on a long camping trip, I got offended when I was mistaken for a man (which was only once and it was a lady of an elderly status). But now that my choice to look this way is deliberate, it’s nice to know someone notices.
It makes me feel good, though a bit wary. One of the comedians was a lesbian, and when she mentioned it I wanted to shout out, to support her. But I didn’t. Some of the friends I was with didn’t know I’m gay. Because I feel I can dress like a fem and support lesbians (as a generic liberal) or I can dress the part and then stay quiet in instances like these. To dress both how I do and be vocal about LGBT things would just confirm everyone’s suspicions (in the logic that exists in my head).
Still I couldn’t help but love one comedian’s take on DADT. One soldier friend of his confessed he doesn’t want gays in the military because they might look at his butt in the showers. The comic made the point, if you can’t defend your butt, maybe you shouldn’t be defending the country! But he said it all funny like…like you know comedians do. All in all, a good night.
QBP: "Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet. " -Johann Kaspar Lavater